"Soon I Be home"(Response Song)
“SOON I BE HOME” Response to "Miles On The Dash" – JazzFancy66 Written by 12Gauge858 **Male Lead Vocal Only** Deep raspy male lead • Signature whisper doubles • Deep emotional 808 • Slow-burn darker trap groove • Atmospheric tribal percussion • Emotional electric guitar • Arabic textures • Dark piano • No female vocals • No duet • Runtime 4:20–4:45 • Fade ending Spoken Intro *(Detroit diesel idling. Wipers. No beat.) Exit 184... Coffee's been cold since Effingham... Fuel's good. Eyes are tired. Soon I be home. Verse 1 Marge was flipping chairs on tables Outside the Iron Skillet sign She looked up when I rolled on by Guess she knew I wasn't stopping this time My red thermos hit the clutch again Forgot to twist the lid down tight Coffee splashed across my logbook Would've made Murphy laugh tonight That crack above my tachometer Caught another orange sunrise Seven winters... Still ain't fixed it... Guess some things just learn to ride Pre-Chorus Grain elevator... Tree line... Water tower... County sign... Every landmark quit being directions... Started becoming... Almost. --- Chorus Soon I be home... That crooked mailbox means fifteen minutes Soon I be home... Miller Hill still makes this Jake brake sing Soon I be home... That old church bell don't ring this late But somehow... I still hear it anyway Soon... I be home. --- Verse 2 CAT Scale glowing empty Green numbers lighting up the rain Didn't bother checking weight tonight This trailer ain't what fills my brain Left mirror whistles over sixty-five Been doing that near ten years now Dealer said he'd fix it cheap Funny... I kinda miss the sound somehow Passed old Benny's body shop His Coca-Cola clock still shines That thing's been five minutes fast Since nineteen ninety-nine --- Pre-Chorus County Road 214... Don't need a street sign anymore... These hands... Turn the wheel... Before my eyes... Ever ask them to. --- Chorus Soon I be home... Water tower says I'm almost there Soon I be home... Railroad crossing... one last prayer Soon I be home... This whole town just hears another truck But every turn Feels like somebody Calling my name Soon... I be home. --- Bridge *(Beat drops. Whisper underneath.)* Funny... Thirty years behind a steering wheel... And the road still teaches me things. Not every mile is measured... By the odometer. Some are measured... By who's waiting... Without asking... How much longer. *(Guitar solo answers.)* --- Final Chorus Soon I be home... Marge'll wonder why I didn't stop Soon I be home... Murphy'll say the mirror's still whistling Soon I be home... That gravel always sounds different Under my drive tires Than anybody else's Soon... I be home... --- Outro County Road gravel. Left blinker. Three clicks. Jake brake... Just once. Enough. The engine settles. Air tanks sigh. I don't reach for my bag. I don't grab my logbook. I just sit there... Watching one kitchen light Reflect across the windshield. Small smile. Barely above a whisper... "...Knew you'd hear me." *(Deep 808 fades beneath the sound of the cooling Detroit diesel. Guitar echoes into silence. No final chord.)*
